Issam Hani Hajjaj

There’s a woman screaming at the hospital, begging the nurse to get her operation to start earlier.

A day after our house was bombed to ruins (on top of our heads) I thought I would write about it.

Friday 27.10 6:15 pm Gaza time, the chit chat and stories in my aunt's house turned into a mass grave. The Israeli occupation bombed the house over our heads without warning.

Mixed emotions. Tender rage. In the background, George Wassouf sings the Umm Kalthoum song and the lyrics go “do you think my heart would feel safe around you anymore?

Winter is coming. My friends and I used to compare Gaza’s streets with those of Paris as we made fun of how bad our infrastructure is...

The thought of death has been visiting me for days. I feel like I’m at the bottom of a dirt pit, I feel like we’re in a big lie that I can’t get myself to believe...